Ready-Made Bride

PROLOGUE

HIS dad needed a wife, and he wanted a mom. Seven-year-old Andrew Fielding had found the perfect woman for both of them.

Sitting at the oak desk his dad had made for him and chewing on the eraser end of his pencil, Andy reread the letter he’d written inviting Megan Sanders to come and visit his second grade class for his eighth birthday next month. They’d been penpals for over a year and a half, ever since he’d written to tell her how much he liked the books she wrote called Andy’s Adventures.

They were great adventures. Just the kind he got into. And the boy in the pictures looked like him, too, with blond hair and brown eyes. Andrew liked to pretend he was Megan’s Andy, fighting imaginary pirates and building fortresses to ward off Indians.

She wasn’t married and didn’t have any kids. She’d even written in one of her letters that she wished she had a little boy as wonderful as he was.

He wanted her for a mom, to take care of him and his dad and bake cookies on rainy days.

His dad needed a wife, to make him laugh and smile more often. Someone to convince him to make up with Grandpa and Grandma Linden.

Megan could do all that, and Andrew knew his dad would love her as much as he did.

It was the perfect plan.

Now all he had to do was get his dad to fall in love with her.